Zhu Xun, furious, retorted, "I’ve never heard of anyone forcing a debate on someone."
"You haven’t heard of it before because I wasn’t around. Now that I’m here, haven’t you heard?" retorted Han Suzhen confidently.
"I’ll go to the stage to debate, you let Mr. Wu go. Mr. Wu is your elder, you’re not allowed to joke around with him." Zhu Xun glared at Han Suzhen.
"Just get on the stage!" Han Suzhen pressed urgently.
There was a hint of helplessness in Zhu Xun’s eyes as he reluctantly stood up and started to walk slowly towards the arena. Meanwhile, guards from Prince’s Mansion, who were watching over the venue, secretly began to gather from afar.
"Hurry up!" Han Suzhen said irritably.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Xun walked to the platform, then stopped, looked up at Chen Sanliang above, and asked, "Senior Brother Chen, what do you say?"
Chen Sanliang remained expressionless as he replied, "You know I’m a man afraid of his wife. How can I control what my wife does? This woman is fierce, as you well know."
Zhu Xun was so angry his teeth ground together. "Chen Sanliang, you are ruthless. To win the debate, you even sacrifice your wife."
Zhu Xun was no fool; seeing Chen Sanliang’s attitude on the stage and looking at Han Suzhen, how could he not understand their plan?
After he used an overt strategy, the other party simply became unreasonable.
"How did Han Suzhen practice her Qi Blood?" he wondered, looking across the crowd, his eyes finally landing on Chai Chuanxin. Chai Chuanxin was right under Han Suzhen’s watch, and yet missed such vital information, making such a mistake; he couldn’t escape blame.
Chai Chuanxin exchanged a bitter smile with Zhu Xun, who then knew there must have been some unforeseen changes.
But now was not the time to delve into responsibility. The most urgent matter was to rescue Mr. Wu.
Zhu Xun looked at the distance between him and Han Suzhen, roughly three steps. Confident in his Martial Dao cultivation, in one swift move, he was agile like a monkey, appearing before Han Suzhen, reaching to seize her acupoint.
Anyone involved in cultivating the Power of the Divine Soul was a master of the Seeing God realm. Although he didn’t ignite his Qi Blood, he could still hold Han Suzhen back a bit.
When Han Suzhen faced Zhu Xun’s sneak attack, she was taken aback, her Qi Blood surged, and a punch, with a fierce wind, roared through the air towards Zhu Xun.
As Han Suzhen mobilized her power against an enemy, her body’s center of gravity inevitably shifted, losing its steadiness.
"Take action!"
At this moment, the guards of Prince Pingbian’s Mansion sprang into action, throwing hook chains towards Han Suzhen’s body.
"Do you not want Mr. Wu’s life?" Seeing this, Han Suzhen’s expression turned fierce, pulling Mr. Wu’s body to shield, but Mr. Wu had already achieved the Yin Spirit and couldn’t not know Martial Dao. So he counterattacked, reaching for Han Suzhen’s throat. He didn’t believe Han Suzhen truly had the guts to harm him!
"I don’t believe you’ll dare harm Mr. Wu..." Zhu Xun looked at Han Suzhen with eyes full of certainty, "I don’t believe you’d implicate your family for the sake of one man..."
"Courting death!"
Before Zhu Xun finished speaking, blood suddenly splattered, and one of Mr. Wu’s arms was severed, falling to the ground, spraying blood like a fountain from the wound.
The blood splashed on the faces of the nearby onlookers, even drenching Zhu Xun, who looked at Han Suzhen in disbelief: "Are you insane? That’s Mr. Wu!"
"You forced me!" Han Suzhen’s clothes were stained with blood, and her eyes were filled with fierce energy.
"How will your family face the Academy’s wrath? Where have you placed your family?" The Young Master’s voice was full of disbelief, his whole body trembling.
Everyone knew: something big had happened!
Mr. Wu from the Academy had actually had an arm severed, the sky was going to collapse!
"I don’t care about all that; you people have pushed us too far. We’ve already fled to the Northern Land, yet you still won’t let us go, pursuing us relentlessly, now wanting to seize my husband’s path, rob him of the foundation of his Holy Dao, claiming world-renowned fame. I will never allow you despicable people to achieve your goals. Even if it means death, I cannot let you vile beings succeed!" Han Suzhen’s voice was cold and severe.
Among the crowd, Zhang Chen was also stunned, his eyes full of disbelief: "Han Suzhen actually went to such lengths for Chen Sanliang?"
Turning to look at Chen Sanliang, he saw Chen Sanliang on the stage, fists clenched, veins bulging on his forehead, yet he said nothing.
Zhang Chen stood silently among the crowd.
"Do not harm my mistress! Do not harm my mistress!"
Just then, Chai Chuanxin, having weaved through the crowd, rushed to Han Suzhen’s side: "Mistress, let me help you!"
"Chuanxin, don’t get involved, you’re the essence of your master’s life work, bearing the lineage’s fortune, you mustn’t be involved in this matter." Han Suzhen quickly discouraged Chai Chuanxin, but talking inevitably divided her attention.
And at this moment, Mr. Wuliu saw the opportunity to act, using his Divine Soul Manipulation, sending a chain flying towards Han Suzhen.
Han Suzhen’s Qi Blood could shatter souls, but the chain was five or six meters long, Mr. Wuliu only holding one end with his soul; though Han Suzhen’s Qi Blood was strong, its deterrent range was only about two meters around her.
Han Suzhen hurriedly raised her fist against the chain, like a spiritual snake, leaving her back to Chai Chuanxin. Who would have thought the next moment, a sharp blade pierced through Han Suzhen’s chest from behind?
The blade shone bright, even as it pierced through the chest without staining a trace of blood.